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you were gone, a playlist for the ghost caught somewhere between weapon and war hero (and the one who always waited for him)
penniless and tired with your hair grown long, i was looking at you there and your face looked wrong
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New Year’s Flask
Late Period Egypt, Dynasty 26, ca. 664–525 B.C.
Found at Tell el-Yahudiya (Leontopolis) in 1905-6; excavated by W. M. F. Petrie for the Egyptian Research Account and presented to the MFA.
This small (12.5 cm x 9.5 cm) faience flask has baboons flanking the neck and traces of a light blue glaze. A vertical band around the body is inscribed with New Year’s wishes; the flasks were given as New Year’s presents. This example was badly broken into many fragments and has been mended; the museum notes that they have few complete examples and it would be a good candidate for restoration.
Source: Museum of Fine Arts Boston
Autobiography of Red and ‘Eyes Shut’: Olly Alexander as a sad young man ‘He was seated at the kitchen table with his camera in front of his face adjusting the focus. He did not answer. He had recently relinquished speech.’ – Anne Carson, Autobiography of Red ‘I am drawing pictures I’m evading I will not use them, I will not use them’ – Years & Years, Eyes Shut
The first time I heard ‘Eyes Shut’ I thought of Geryon. Geryon is a red-winged monster from Greek mythology, recast firstly as a sensitive teenage boy then as a complex queer man in Anne Carson’s epic poems ‘Autobiography of Red’ and ‘Red Doc’. In the first poem (which is really a collection of poems, or prose, or fragments) Geryon becomes captivated by photography and falls in love with another teenage boy, Herakles, whom he idolises, but who will eventually leave him hopeless in the depths of infatuation. Herakles returns towards the end of the poem, and remains Geryon’s companion during the second poem ‘Red Doc>’, in which he is renamed Sad But Great. The second poem is set when Geryon is older and more reflective, but still unable to relate to the world around him and the people in it. His alienation throughout both works is symbolised by his enormous red wings, which he straps to his back and hides with clothing, only unfurling them when he is alone.
(The poems are difficult to describe and to quantify – they’re stunning and revealing and human but it’s hard to pin down exactly why. I’m not even sure I fully understand them even though I’ve read them both several times.)
Like Geryon, the narrator of ‘Eyes Shut’ (and so, Olly Alexander) struggles to relate to those close to him, longs for physical and romantic relationships despite being unable to sustain them, and uses artistic creation as a way to keep going through periods of emotional upheaval and numbness. There’s a whole lot more comparisons that could be made between the character of Geryon and the version of Olly Alexander that is presented more widely in his lyrics – both derive their own self-worth from their relationships with romantic partners, for instance. I wasn’t surprised to find that Olly is a fan of Anne Carson and has posted a section of Autobiography of Red on Twitter.
There are two recordings of ‘Eyes Shut’ – an earlier, more lo-fi synth version on the b-side of ‘Real’, and the reworked ballad that appears on ‘Communion’. Maybe it’s a little too tidy to think this, but the two versions of Olly Alexander present on the two versions of ‘Eyes Shut’ seem to mirror the two version of Geryon in Anne Carson’s work: the first is younger, naïve maybe; the second is older and more reflective. In the first version, the almost stream-of-consciousness style of the lyrics and delivery feels like Olly is making it up as he goes along; suggests that he is living this now, is present in these feelings. Compare the way he sings ‘All I really want is for you to understand that I’m a mess’ in the first version to the more condensed, considered ‘All I really want is to start again’ in the second version. He’s living it in the first version, and in the second he’s assessed it, come to terms with it (almost).
Geryon and (the public presentation of) Olly Alexander both align with what Richard Dyer identifies as ‘the homosexual as a sad young man’, a pop cultural stereotype identified in his book ‘The Culture of Queers’. According to Dyer, the sad young man is typically depicted as suffering, feminised and ‘hyper-emotional’, and is evident in works such as James Baldwin’s novel Giovanni’s Room, Shelagh Delaney’s stage play A Taste of Honey, and the public star images of James Dean and Montgomery Clift. According to Dyer, the appeal of the sad young man also lies in the way that ‘their youth is often part of their beauty… this attractiveness makes them figures for both identification (the better self often seen by fans in their chosen stars) and desire. In other words, as much as the image may be about others, it is available to be taken as being about oneself, and as much as it is about a terrible, miserable way of being it also sets it up as an erotically desirable one’.
I’m the first to admit that sad young gay men populate the majority of the pop culture that I love the most – Xavier Dolan films, James Baldwin novels, contemporary retellings of the romance between Achilles and Patroclus, anything at all with Ben Whishaw in it – which, according to Richard Dyer’s analysis, is a typical combination of feelings of desire and empathy. But this kind of man (boy, really) is increasingly super present at the forefront of pop culture in general. ‘Sensitive boys’ (and there’s a LOT wrong with that phrase) and alternative masculinity have always had a place in pop music, especially that targeted towards young women and gay men – from indie bands like The Smiths and Suede to the ‘nice boys’ in boybands from the 1960s to the present day.
To me, the difference between these men and the latest crop of ‘sensitive’ (more often than not, queer) male pop stars, including Olly Alexander, seems to be the tension between public and private presentations of self. Morrissey poured his heart out in his lyrics but was purposefully enigmatic in interviews during his time in The Smiths, for example. In sharp contrast, Australian queer pop star Troye Sivan (who I completely adore, unsurprisingly) is pretty up front about how his melancholy lyrics relate to his real life:
Moving away from the mainstream (and thousands upon thousands of retweets), Ezra Furman – another one of my absolute favourites – accompanied his most recent record ‘Perpetual Motion People’ with a personal essay about his experiences of suicidal ideation, and how coming to terms with his bisexuality and gender fluidity helped him to feel more free and comfortable in himself. The essay was printed on the reverse side of the lyrics to the record, physically entwining his personal lived experience with the ways it was interpreted lyrically.
Olly Alexander recently compiled an annotated playlist of songs to cry to for Dazed online, and in an interview with Popjustice stated that ‘I do cry quite a lot. I haven’t lately. But I am quite sensitive.’
Talking about the writing of ‘Eyes Shut’ in an interview on YouTube, Olly commented ‘I wrote it about two years ago. I was really depressed, and it is a sort of personal torch song.’ It could be seen as a subversion of the torch song form – the focus flipped from the wanted (the object of desire, the person for whom one carries a torch) to the one who wants (the torch singer). Or even from the wanted to the one who can’t want, because of numbness and depression and overwhelming emotions. In the song, Olly is a sensitive young man looking for a subject, needing someone or something to relate to, to justify his existence. Like Geryon after his abandonment by Herakles, he is in the midst of ‘a numb time, caught between the tongue and the taste’.
Shortly before Remus Lupin’s fifth birthday, as he slept peacefully in his bed, Fenrir Greyback forced open the boy’s window and attacked him.
Remus Lupin’s full bio, Pottermore.
This is a disturbing bit of information. A lot is said with so little, as is perhaps Jo’s hallmark, but imagine the implications here.
At this particular time, Remus is four years old. He is at the age where many children are sent to attend preschool, and he is able to finally play outside by himself, to eat his own food at the table without any help, and is highly intrigued by humor and makes “poo-poo” jokes just to be daring and self-confident–because he can, because he’s a big kid now. He’s at an age where he is less a toddler and more a true child. He’s more adventurous and daring, and begins to explore his own personality. Remus is a happy child who probably giggles a lot and jumps on the bed just because Daddy said no.
Many children do not remember things before their third or fourth birthday, but Remus is nearing five years old. Whether or not he would have remembered this event in it’s entirety, the event would have been lasting in his mind and Remus would be left with a glaring image that is neither complete truth nor total lie. For Remus, this event was almost surely the “beginning of his life.” In the strange way none of us remember anything before this breakaway point and “none of it happened,” Remus probably does not remember anything before this attack. This was both the literal and figurative birth of Remus Lupin, werewolf.
Moreover, the nature of the attack is clearly hinted at and the potential horror is astounding. Werewolves don’t force open windows. Paws cannot force open windows. This means that Fenrir Greyback had to have entered the Lupin household before moonrise, just prior to his transformation. He did it silently, because Remus fails to grasp at such a young age that the attack was purposeful. He wasn’t scared until the attack itself. But the noise level is irrelevant, because even if there was silence before once the moon rose it wouldn’t have mattered. Four-year-old Remus would be trapped in his bedroom watching a man transform into a murderous beast right in front of him, and although he screams as loud as he can if Fenrir had time to pry open the window he probably had time to block the door. Lyall can’t get to his son in time, whatever happened. And that kind of trauma is lasting. Whenever Remus goes to sleep now, he is terrified of the memory. He is plagued with nightmares. He is so sick because he’s so small, and he can’t possibly understand why.
Until it happens. Until Remus becomes the thing that haunted his dreams for a month, and nothing can fix that. Much of our personality is formed in these tender years, and the psychological impact of the attack would actually continue to affect Remus for the rest of his life. Not just physically, but psychologically, as well. More than nightmares and new fears, Remus must deal with the new reality of his parents constantly looking tired, constantly worrying, constantly moving around, constantly lying. And Remus can’t help but think it’s his fault, because he’s the sick one. If he wasn’t sick, everything would be better.
That one sentence in the expanse of Remus’ bio is as descriptive as much of the remaining text. And there’s something to be said in the end that Remus’ boggart was not Fenrir. It was not fear of the event that tormented him in childhood, but of his own lack of control during his loss of control. Whatever else the event could have continued to do to him, it didn’t dominate him. Being a werewolf was Remus’ life, of course. Everything he did came through that filter. But he did not hate Fenrir for what he was. He says that he pitied the man who bit him at first, knowing how it felt to transform. But Remus never openly hates Fenrir. He hates that he himself is a werewolf more than he hates the man who made him so, and that’s a huge sign of internal character. That’s who Remus really is when we cut through layers of stigma and self hate.
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